If you look at my outer shell,
you see a happy person
but if you look underneath that,
you see the agony from
everything.
Self-harm for not being good enough.
Thoughts of not wanting to be here any longer and just being engulfed in every single thing that's wrong with me.
Where did I make a wrong turn on the road of life, the passage that's needed to have happy teen years?
I look in the mirror and I see a tortured soul who just yearns to give up.
She tries to be strong for all those around her but she can't hold on much longer.
The darkness is trying to engulf her and this time it's winning.